Vol 3 Chapter 1265: Sword God smiles (21)

Party is not a good person.
Like most people in the world, he cannot be defined by simply "good" or "bad."
He has done good deeds and has done evil.
He had had great ideals and ambitions, but in the end he also followed the tide, and he was already rushing for fame and fortune.
People are complex creatures, and everyone has their own positions, goals, and ways of living.
But everyone... also has a bottom line of their own.
Today, He Yang Zhiyan...or Heyang Xinji and others have already touched the bottom line.
It is true that the party is a public person, and it is hard to hear. It is the running dog of the government; but besides that, he is also a warrior, a disciple of the knife and phoenix... and a member of the Central Plains martial arts.
The competition and killing of the people in the rivers and lakes is good, and the various plots that the imperial court instigated in order to control the rivers and lakes are all acceptable. They can even choose to stand in the battle for their own interests.
Because he is very clear ... no one can do "every generations, unified rivers and lakes", rivers and lakes can not really disappear from this world.
The martial arts lord, the peerless master, and even the emperor... In the face of the word "river and lake", at most, they can only win a momentary victory.
Their victory will eventually dissipate with the same time as their own lives.
There will always be new eras, new disputes will come...
Just because there is someone who knows who there is, there are rivers and lakes.
But this time, the situation is different.
In the past, those battles were fierce and fierce. They were also "infighting", but this time... the court wanted to let the "Shenzhen Extreme Swords" such a Dongpu genre to unify the Central Plains martial arts, which is not tolerable.
Even if it is only a "temporary victory," the martial arts of the Central Plains was once dominated by a Dongpumen, who was only a few people, and will be turned into an established "fact."
Perhaps those who live in the inner courtyard of the palace and the deep house Zhumen... will not have any special feelings about this, but the other party has done this kind of shame, the humiliation of the martial arts who once walked through the rivers and lakes. There is no room for compromise.
Of course... Considering that everyone's bottom line is different, some people may still accept it. For example, people like Tu Ji are really worthy of the name of
shameless
.
"The lord, the surrounding security is handed over to my mad tiger, you can safely deal with the four guys who don't know how to lift..."
On the main street, the three players are still deadlocked in the distance, but Tu Ji does not seem to put his tired dreams in his eyes. In contrast, he is still more worried about the three famous swordsmen and Feng Meiyu. .
"Shou Ji! You have a faceless skinless villain!" On the other side, seeing the face of Tu Jiji, Qi Baqi is already angry and his eyes are red. He simply does not care about He Yangxin, and immediately screams. In the past, I will kill you in the past, "I will kill you today!"
When the voice fell, Qi Baqi was already showing off, and the sword in his hand swept away.
"It’s ridiculous..." He Yang Xinji saw it, raised his hand and sword, and stopped on the trajectory of the other side's assault. "I am here... I will get you to decide who is going to die?"
call
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In the same instant, Xie Xiuwen and Meng He also moved.
They... don’t know why they want to shoot...
Because in their hearts, they are already defeated.
Confucian swordsmen and Zizhu lay people are the people who have spent more than a year. With their age and experience, there is no longer a young person. Even if I know that I am far from you, I can’t fight to see who can assert the outcome. "The mentality is gone."
Heyang Xinji’s attempt to kill Ma Tengyun and Tang Ling has killed the fight between Xie and Meng.
But... they are still shooting.
Maybe they are thinking: Even if they can't win, at least they can be within this trick... save the eight odds.
It is also possible that they just want to help him to help him kill the scum of the squad.
It is also possible that their ideas and methods are similar... Instead of letting them live in a river and lake dominated by the Dongpu people, it is better to fight for you and die, and die for a hundred.
No one knows what they think, as I said... even they don’t know it.
Of course, those are no longer important.
Some things don't have to be too clear to understand; people live forever, only to be innocent.
For a swordsman, death is not terrible. The terrible thing is that when he should shoot... there is no courage to throw the sword.
嗡嗡
After a second, the scream of the blunt sword rang again.
This also means...Heyang letter times, and again.
"The of the sword, the sword, the righteousness, the double swallow back!"
This time, Heyang Xinji took out the sword at the same time as the name of the move. From his eyes and tone, this is his most serious shot so far.
Xie Xiuwen's Xie Jiajian method, Meng He's Zizhu thirteen swords, are the swordsmanship of the first-class martial arts in the Central Plains. The two people have added more than one hundred years of deep internal strength, and it is also undoubtedly hard power.
Even though the martial arts of Heyang Xinji is far higher than any one present, he has to take all his attention to deal with the combination of these two Central Plains martial arts.
But see, he will have a sigh of internal strength, and the whole body will be stunned, and the posture will be stable, Shen Ruo Yue.
However, the blunt sword in his hand is very brisk at this moment, as light as wheat ears.
Table tennis
Two loud sounds, like lightning.
Two quick shadows, into the sword mans.
The skill of being strong to the extreme, the skillful swordsmanship, staggered in the cold wind.
And the winner, only one person...
"Cough...呃..." When Menghe vomited blood to the ground, his eyes did not go to see Heyang Xinji, but looked at Xie Xiuwen who had fallen one step at a time.
The two of them are old rivals.
As two of the same generation of swordsmen, they are often compared by others; for decades, the two have also played three times, but none of them won.
Unexpectedly, at this time, here and now... in this desperate occasion, they actually scored a high.
The two men shot at the same time and attacked the same opponent. In the end, Xie Xiuwen was directly cut off the neck, and Meng He escaped half a point and was cut off his throat.
Although the difference is not big from the results, for them, the difference is enough.
Before the end of the gas, the eyes of the two men’s intersections buried a thousand words in silence.
There is no regret in life, no death.
With such awareness, there are two peerless swordsmen who fall into a pool of blood.
At the same time, the sword of Qi Baqi has also stabbed the heart of Tu Ji.
but……
"Hehehe..." The sinister laughter of the squad is like a death knell that sounds in the ear of the ear. "A good day sword... This sword is really inevitable..."
"You... actually..." And at this time, the singularity of the mouth, the mouth is constantly pouring out blood.
It turned out that while he stabbed the squad, he was also hit by the other side's "scrabble". The internal injuries caused by this palm are undoubtedly devastating...
"It's a pity... your sword is high, but your brain is not very good." Tu Ji sneered, "You don't want to think about it? With my martial arts, how can I know that you want to fight with me? Standing in the same place with you, hard?" He said, he also bowed his head and looked at his "wound". There wasn't even a drop of blood there. "Oh, this is the 'golden treasure', It is a priceless treasure that can block all kinds of weapons in the world. At the beginning, I used two beautiful little cymbals and a whole lot of expensive calligraphy and paintings. It seems that...it is quite worthwhile."
Hey!
Just as the Tu Ji was proud, the change was born again.
I was always looking for the Fengmeiyu of the mobile phone conference. At this time, I suddenly flashed and killed behind the eight-singularity, and I shot it on the back of the latter.
At that initial moment, Tu Ji thought that Feng Meiyu, like himself, decided to turn his back and vote for Heyang Xinji.
But what he didn't expect was...
After the rest, the sword tip of the sword in the hands of Qi Baqi... Suddenly, he jerked forward again, piercing the gold silk treasure, and plunged into the heart of the butchery.
"Oh...ah!" Tu Ji screamed in the horror, but he is now pulling back and it is already late...
"Hey heroes, offended." Feng Meiyu said when he closed the palm.
The fallen 裘八奇, but his face is a smile that is relieved, and he cried blood and smiled. "Ha ha ha...where... thank you..."
His last word "help" was not exported, and he was already mad.
For a person whose heart has been shattered, he can support the posture and support the arrogance of Fengmeiyu. It is a miracle.
"No... I can't die... I..." Looking at the butchery on the ground, he couldn't be so calm, until the moment before the gas break, he looked extremely painful and almost hysterically gibberish. .
His appearance, as if he was controlled by the desire (anti-harmony), looked at the line on his body being broken by a root and doing the final struggle.
But his ending is still a death.
"Hey... I have to praise you." After a while, He Yangxin squinted at the body of the Tuji with his eyes, and then turned his head to Fengmeiyu. "Even if it is a dog... can Killing it in front of me is also capable." He seems to be a little angry, "So... Fengmen Lord, you should have the corresponding awareness?"
"Oh..." Feng Meiyu showed a stunned smile. "To tell the truth... I thought that I was the same person as Tu Ji; I am as ambitious as him, and I don't put the so-called benevolence and morality in my heart. Everything I do is for myself. It stands to reason that I should not hesitate to lead Bai Mei to come to you. But... I can't do that."
Feng Meiyu said as he turned around and turned his face to Heyang Xinyi without fear: "I saw the difference between me and him when I saw the death of Tu Ji..." She paused. The face that was full of flesh and blood because of morbid obesity still had a smile. "He is a dog, I am a human."
During the speech, she has luck with twelve successes and is ready to make a desperate fight.
"Heyang letter, your martial arts is indeed very high, maybe you are really invincible. But you remember... not everyone will surrender in the face of force and interests. We in the rivers and lakes also have an inviolable The line, swearing will not let you cross the border!"
"Soga (so ah)...naruhodo (as it is)..." Heyang said that he had heard the words of his hometown, and then used the Central Plains dialect. "If that is the case... then I will step on it." Your body, cross the line..."
嗡嗡
His blunt sword moved again.
For Heyang Xinji, killing a Fengmeiyu does not require any moves, and a simple attack can be done.
But he slammed this time, but he used all his strength.
Because he is angry...
On the surface, although it is cold-speaking, the heart of He Yang’s letter is already in anger.
For a person who believes that the world is invincible and wants to use force to let everyone surrender to his own feet... to deny his strength, he can laugh at it, but it is unforgivable to deny his values.
He Yangxin has already made up his mind to use this angry sword to cut off the unspeakable fat woman in front of her, so that the more she dies, the better.
Unexpectedly... just at the moment when his sword was swept out.
A stunning figure, a glimpse!
Two swordsmanship, brought out a cold sinking: "[Magic Flow, Weeping Blood]."